I was talking today to one of the neighbors about pets. She had just gotten rid of her dog and I was telling her how I missed mine. Now granted, mine has been gone a very long time now so I really only remember the good things, I don’t really “recall” the times he peed or pooped where he wasn’t supposed to, or got into cupboards or the like. I just seem to remember the “cute” things.
So here is one of mine. When I was married, once upon a time, in a land far, far away……. oh wait, wrong story, anyway, we had a cocker spaniel. He was so cute, and OK, spoiled rotten. We took him everywhere, but when we didn’t take him, he let us know it in some say or another. He had beds all over the house and one in the garage as well as that is where we would put him when we left him home. One time when we went out for just a couple hours, we came home to an interesting new “look” in the garage. As we pulled in the driveway and hit the button for the garage door to raise, we could see “white” everywhere! As the door went up, there was the dog, sitting right in the middle of the garage with his paw on a roll of toilet paper. We got out of the car and just stood there as he gave the roll a “push” and it rolled out of the garage, under the car and straight out on to the street. (as we lived on a hill, the roll continued down the street, but that’s another story) We both stood there and just looked at the dog and the garage. There was toilet paper EVERYWHERE!! He had gotten into the package and every single double roll was undone and rolled around the garage, AND there was paper hanging from the rafters! Honest to God! How in the hell he got it up on the rafters still baffles me today. I just looked at the dog and said, “what have you done?” (like he is going to answer). He answered me by ignoring me and going to sit by the door to get into the house. I opened the door and he went in, straight to his bed and lay down with his back to us and went to sleep.
I think he was pissed off…….. not sure, but I think so……
